Aunt Zhang made two pounds of braised ribs today, and it was meant for Mr. Huo. Unfortunately, he didn’t inform in advance and left suddenly.
As a result, An Wuyang became the main force in finishing this plate of braised ribs.
Their family rule was not to eat leftovers, but discarding such delicious ribs would be a waste.
Fortunately, the ribs were cooked fragrantly and not greasy.
An Wuyang put on disposable gloves and focused on slowly savoring the meal.
“Here, Auntie will pour you a cup of flower tea. Take a sip if you get tired of eating,” Aunt Zhang said with a smiling face, also pouring a cup for Huo Yunchuan, “Mr. Huo, you too.”
“Thank you,” both of them replied in unison.
One voice was clear and melodious, the other was deep and low.
“Ah, I’m full now.” An Wuyang had been eating for a good half-hour, finishing two pounds of braised ribs, leaving only one-third. However, he really couldn’t eat anymore.
But he still felt a bit regretful, “Aunt Zhang’s braised ribs are so delicious today, it’s a pity to waste them.”
“It doesn’t have to be wasted.” Huo Yunchuan thought he could eat leftovers for once for the sake of the little angel, “Aunt Zhang, get me a set of bowl and chopsticks.”
“Okay.”
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In just a few seconds, An Wuyang’s emotions fluctuated between surprise and disappointment. He looked somewhat dumbfounded, “…”
The CEO Huo, who hadn’t eaten enough at his parents’ house, now, under the infatuated gaze of the little angel, happily ate a bowl of leftovers.
“…” Huo Yunchuan noticed that An Wuyang was still watching, and he couldn’t help but smirk, “What’s the story behind today’s stomachache? Is it completely better now?”
As he asked, he elegantly lifted the flower tea for a sip.
The deep contour of his side profile was perfect.
An Wuyang was awakened by the voice and took the ribs out of his mind, saying in a daze, “It seems like I ate too much in the morning, just a bit bloated, not really painful.”
He touched his protruding belly, “It’s fine now.”
Huo Yunchuan’s gaze followed that white hand to An Wuyang’s belly.
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He also noticed the slightly raised curve and felt his fingers itching. Helplessly, he squeezed his own leg, “Have some water, and then you can take a nap…”
Good baby An: “Okay, I’ll go to the balcony to see if the flower buds have bloomed.”
He carefully left his chair, slipped on his indoor slippers, and walked to the balcony. Squatting down, he found a watering can.
The lush green pothos had absorbed enough water and no longer looked wilted like when he first came back.
The geraniums, whose buds were about to bloom, looked especially beautiful as An Wuyang sprayed a fine mist over them.
At the same time, Grandpa Huo, who was preparing for a nap, suddenly heard the notification sound on his phone.
Casually, he opened it to find that the sender was unexpectedly Huo Yunchuan, and it was a colorful picture.
Grandpa Huo’s heart tightened a bit. He opened a drawer, took out his reading glasses, and put them on, holding the phone toward the light to look.
The first thing that caught his eye was a cluster of vibrant flowers, followed by the profile of a young man smiling gently beside the flowers.
“…” Grandpa Huo’s old heart trembled slightly.
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He felt that this child was exceptionally eye-catching. Even without Huo Yunchuan in the picture, he would surely like him.
Grandpa Huo carefully examined the image for a moment, but his expression turned displeased.
Holding the phone, he muttered, “Really, not letting me meet him and teasing me with photos…”
Every afternoon, after An Wuyang fell into a deep sleep, Huo Yunchuan would openly touch his belly, pat his head, and stroke his face.
Thus, a naptime passed, and An Wuyang, who slept deeply like a pig, naturally had no idea that he was being taken advantage of by Mr. Huo every afternoon.
Before getting pregnant, An Wuyang could easily nap on the desk at school during lunch. Now it was even easier. He always felt afraid that he wouldn’t wake up if he closed his eyes.
“Yawn…” After waking up, An Wuyang yawned and combed through his messy hair.
Turning his head, An Wuyang indeed saw Mr. Huo right beside him, with washboard-like muscles visible piece by piece. Just looking at them made his hands feel rough.
Of course, An Wuyang didn’t have the courage to touch those muscles. The tactile experience could only be imagined in his mind.
He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and then picked up a few books from the bookshelf. Quietly, he walked to the living room to read.
For An Wuyang, learning baking was both a hobby and an investment in a skill.
Since he knew he wasn’t cut out for academic pursuits, he was sure he couldn’t rely on a diploma to make a living in the future.
If he mastered baking, it would be different. He could have more ambitious aspirations, perhaps even open his own bakery.
Around four or five o’clock, Aunt Zhang arrived. Today, she had brewed nourishing old hen soup, intending to feed An Wuyang until he became plump.
Then she found it strange, saying while wiping her hands, “It’s this late, and Mr. Huo hasn’t woken up yet?”
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An Wuyang raised his head from the books, looked at the clock, and found that it was already five o’clock. He put down the book and said, “I’ll go wake him up.”
The thick curtains were drawn, making the room dim and cool.
While An Wuyang usually slept tightly covered, Mr. Huo was used to sleeping bare-chested, wearing only a pair of shorts.
An Wuyang turned on the table lamp and approached the sleeping Mr. Huo. Bending over, he called out, “Mr. Huo, it’s time to get up.”
At the same time, he found it strange. Despite the room being comfortably air-conditioned, Mr. Huo’s body was covered in sweat…
The man caught in a nightmare was dreaming of entanglements in bed, chasing after someone.
Then a soft voice entered Huo Yunchuan’s ears. In his mind, the face of that young and innocent person appeared, sometimes smiling and saying, “Mr. Huo?” and sometimes crying, “Dad…”
“Ah…” Huo Yunchuan woke up in a start, drenched in sweat.
What was even more horrifying was that the face he wanted to make cry in his dream appeared before him: “Mr. Huo, what happened to you?”
The smiling image from the dream overlapped with reality!
Huo Yunchuan was completely bewildered, struggling to distinguish between the dream and reality.
He raised his forearm to cover his forehead, and with his eyelashes pressing against his not-so-innocent intentions, he said in a deep voice, “Hmm, nothing’s wrong, just had a nightmare.”
An Wuyang showed surprise on his face, then smiled, “Mr. Huo has nightmares too?”
He found it quite unexpected, something he couldn’t have imagined.
“Is it surprising?” Huo Yunchuan felt emotionally confused and hadn’t fully shaken off the dream: “I sweated, going to take a shower.”
He spoke without really looking at An Wuyang.
“Alright…” An Wuyang sensitively noticed that Mr. Huo’s attitude had suddenly become a bit indifferent.
However, he didn’t dwell on it, understanding that Mr. Huo had just had a bad dream. Perhaps the dream was too terrifying, scaring Mr. Huo.
This unreliable thought made An Wuyang chuckle.
Huo Yunchuan entered the bathroom, immediately turned on the cold water, and showered from head to toe. Afterward, he absentmindedly removed his shorts and vigorously wiped his face.
“…,”
He recalled the dream he had just had and felt deeply distressed.
Because the content of the dream was unspeakable and unbearable.
Huo Yunchuan, over thirty years old, just realized that he was such a perverted and thirsty person.
Not only did he dream of ordinary intimacy, but also…
“Jiang Shaofei, you’ve killed me…” Huo Yunchuan muttered.
He spent half an hour in the bathroom, ensuring that he was now calm and had no inappropriate thoughts, before stepping out.
An Wuyang disliked the oily smell of the old hen soup, but Aunt Zhang served him a full bowl anyway.
While he was pondering, Huo Yunchuan walked over to him.
“Mr. Huo!” An Wuyang looked at Huo Yunchuan with hopeful eyes and said, “I feel like vomiting.”
Huo Yunchuan glanced at his obedient face and then at the soup in front of him, saying calmly, “Drink.”
An Wuyang was speechless, watching Mr. Huo, who usually showed concern, pass by without paying him any attention.
Great, it seemed like he had changed his mind, no longer caring about him.
Which meant he definitely had to drink the old hen soup.
An Wuyang pinched his nose and, reluctantly, sip by sip, fed himself the moderately warm soup.
He really wanted to induce a bit of vomiting, but it was troublesome. He always felt like vomiting when he didn’t want to, and when he did want to, it never happened.
“Finished, Wuyang?” Aunt Zhang praised, then looked at the male lead emerging from the bedroom, “Mr. Huo, have a bowl too. Today’s soup is not greasy. Look, Wuyang drank it quite well.”
No vomiting at all.
“…,” An Wuyang held his nose, slowly and quietly drinking the soup.
Later, he took a stroll on the balcony, admired the flowers and plants, watched the sunset, came back to take a shower, read a book, and went to bed.
“…” Huo Yunchuan, who had been working out alone, sat on the floor covered in sweat, looking a bit skeptical about life.
At eleven o’clock, he thought An Wuyang had fallen asleep. When he carefully returned to the bed, he found that the other person had shifted away from him as if avoiding him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Huo Yunchuan asked knowingly, his heart in knots.
An Wuyang stayed silent, hiding under the covers without saying a word, but there was a slight movement.
Huo Yunchuan listened carefully, and his face suddenly showed panic.
He propped himself up, reached into the covers to pull An Wuyang out, then felt a hand full of dampness: “…”
An Wuyang rolled his face into the pillow and quickly explained, “My eyes hurt, really hurt.”
His voice was like that, and he still wanted to deceive someone.
“…” Huo Yunchuan realized that An Wuyang had indeed cried. He was momentarily stunned, feeling as if he had been stabbed eighteen times—not only painful but also causing dizziness.
Everything spun around him.
An Wuyang, upon hearing his own voice, knew that he had exposed himself, feeling embarrassed to the extreme.
He lifted the covers from the side and slid off the bed, putting on slippers, intending to leave…
Huo Yunchuan extended his arm, pulled him back lazily, tightly enveloping him in his arms. “Where are you going?” He also turned on the bedside lamp, and when the light came on, he froze.
Little Angel’s eyes were red, and his expression was terrified. “No, no, nowhere…”
Seeing An Wuyang frightened like this, Huo Yunchuan knew he hadn’t controlled himself well. His fierce aura leaked out, more terrifying than his usual expressionless demeanor.
He quickly restrained the rare appearance of his fierce temperament, putting on the familiar stern look for the other party. “No need to be afraid. I didn’t mean to scare you…”
An Wuyang struggled, saying, “Then, then let me go. I really need to use the bathroom.”
But as soon as Huo Yunchuan saw his evasive eyes, he knew that he didn’t want to go to the bathroom right now; he just wanted to escape.
It seemed like he already knew something.
As the older one, Huo Yunchuan’s eyes were filled with conflict. Unconsciously, his fingers were rubbing the back of An Wuyang’s neck. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “Why did you cry just now?”
An Wuyang tightened his neck and shook his head. “My eyes hurt.”
He stubbornly refused to admit that he had cried; that would be too embarrassing.
Huo Yunchuan pressed against his forehead, making him look at him. “Is it because I ignored you? Hmm? Did you feel wronged? Why?”
An Wuyang’s small emotional disturbance had already passed, but now, hearing Huo Yunchuan bring it up again, that indescribable discomfort immediately enveloped him.
An Wuyang had just realized that he cared a lot about Mr. Huo’s attitude. He only hoped that Mr. Huo would be gentle and patient with him. If not, he would feel uncomfortable.
“Mr. Huo, please let go of me. Your actions are causing me trouble.” An Wuyang said coldly.
He couldn’t see the warm and tender gaze that Huo Yunchuan usually had.
Being looked at by An Wuyang with such eyes, Huo Yunchuan felt suffocated.
This was not the outcome he wanted.
“Do you really not want to figure out why I treat you like this?” Huo Yunchuan said, “Do you not want to know, or are you afraid to know?”
Facing An Wuyang, who genuinely knew nothing, he shook his face and said, “I’m not interested in knowing.”
He was very stubborn. Once he decided not to soften, not to cling, he would immediately put on an appearance of being ready to pack up and leave.
However, An Wuyang indeed thought so.
He decided that if he angered this fierce man, he would pack up and go home.
In his anger, he unexpectedly treated this statement like armor, ready to declare it like a banner.
“Are you starting to get impatient? If you’re tired of taking care of me, I’ll go back to my home. You don’t have to spend money, and you don’t need to waste your time accompanying me every day…”
He thought about it well, but when he said it, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.
Huo Yunchuan pinched An Wuyang’s chin, shutting him up from his incessant chatter. He didn’t intend to let go, indulging himself for a full ten minutes…
An Wuyang’s world was turned upside down. He immediately forgot about crying and feeling uncomfortable.
He felt like he wasn’t himself anymore, as if the other person was going to take him away—breath, strength, everything…
The old man who had been suppressed tasted a bit of the bloody flavor and immediately became like an old house on fire, uncontrollable.
Huo Yunchuan exerted some strength, finally managing to lock the roaring beast in his heart back into the cage of reason.
At this moment, An Wuyang was completely bewildered.
After a series of bullying, he now looked pitiful, eyes swollen, nose red, and the area tortured by the onslaught was even worse.
He accused the man who had made him stutter with just a look, “How can you be like this, how can you be like this…”
Wasn’t this like bullying!
The man who had just unleashed the devil in his heart looked at him indifferently, “This is my true opinion about you.”
An Wuyang glared angrily.
After all, he had once fantasized about a simple relationship between the two.
“You think about it yourself.” Huo Yunchuan raised his hand, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, looking like a heavy criminal awaiting sentencing. “Whether you want to continue registering our marriage or not.”
Aunt Zhang made two pounds of braised ribs today, and it was meant for Mr. Huo. Unfortunately, he didn’t inform in advance and left suddenly.
As a result, An Wuyang became the main force in finishing this plate of braised ribs.
Their family rule was not to eat leftovers, but discarding such delicious ribs would be a waste.
Fortunately, the ribs were cooked fragrantly and not greasy.
An Wuyang put on disposable gloves and focused on slowly savoring the meal.
“Here, Auntie will pour you a cup of flower tea. Take a sip if you get tired of eating,” Aunt Zhang said with a smiling face, also pouring a cup for Huo Yunchuan, “Mr. Huo, you too.”
“Thank you,” both of them replied in unison.
One voice was clear and melodious, the other was deep and low.
“Ah, I’m full now.” An Wuyang had been eating for a good half-hour, finishing two pounds of braised ribs, leaving only one-third. However, he really couldn’t eat anymore.
But he still felt a bit regretful, “Aunt Zhang’s braised ribs are so delicious today, it’s a pity to waste them.”
“It doesn’t have to be wasted.” Huo Yunchuan thought he could eat leftovers for once for the sake of the little angel, “Aunt Zhang, get me a set of bowl and chopsticks.”
“Okay.”
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In just a few seconds, An Wuyang’s emotions fluctuated between surprise and disappointment. He looked somewhat dumbfounded, “…”
The CEO Huo, who hadn’t eaten enough at his parents’ house, now, under the infatuated gaze of the little angel, happily ate a bowl of leftovers.
“…” Huo Yunchuan noticed that An Wuyang was still watching, and he couldn’t help but smirk, “What’s the story behind today’s stomachache? Is it completely better now?”
As he asked, he elegantly lifted the flower tea for a sip.
The deep contour of his side profile was perfect.
An Wuyang was awakened by the voice and took the ribs out of his mind, saying in a daze, “It seems like I ate too much in the morning, just a bit bloated, not really painful.”
He touched his protruding belly, “It’s fine now.”
Huo Yunchuan’s gaze followed that white hand to An Wuyang’s belly.
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He also noticed the slightly raised curve and felt his fingers itching. Helplessly, he squeezed his own leg, “Have some water, and then you can take a nap…”
Good baby An: “Okay, I’ll go to the balcony to see if the flower buds have bloomed.”
He carefully left his chair, slipped on his indoor slippers, and walked to the balcony. Squatting down, he found a watering can.
The lush green pothos had absorbed enough water and no longer looked wilted like when he first came back.
The geraniums, whose buds were about to bloom, looked especially beautiful as An Wuyang sprayed a fine mist over them.
At the same time, Grandpa Huo, who was preparing for a nap, suddenly heard the notification sound on his phone.
Casually, he opened it to find that the sender was unexpectedly Huo Yunchuan, and it was a colorful picture.
Grandpa Huo’s heart tightened a bit. He opened a drawer, took out his reading glasses, and put them on, holding the phone toward the light to look.
The first thing that caught his eye was a cluster of vibrant flowers, followed by the profile of a young man smiling gently beside the flowers.
“…” Grandpa Huo’s old heart trembled slightly.
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He felt that this child was exceptionally eye-catching. Even without Huo Yunchuan in the picture, he would surely like him.
Grandpa Huo carefully examined the image for a moment, but his expression turned displeased.
Holding the phone, he muttered, “Really, not letting me meet him and teasing me with photos…”
Every afternoon, after An Wuyang fell into a deep sleep, Huo Yunchuan would openly touch his belly, pat his head, and stroke his face.
Thus, a naptime passed, and An Wuyang, who slept deeply like a pig, naturally had no idea that he was being taken advantage of by Mr. Huo every afternoon.
Before getting pregnant, An Wuyang could easily nap on the desk at school during lunch. Now it was even easier. He always felt afraid that he wouldn’t wake up if he closed his eyes.
“Yawn…” After waking up, An Wuyang yawned and combed through his messy hair.
Turning his head, An Wuyang indeed saw Mr. Huo right beside him, with washboard-like muscles visible piece by piece. Just looking at them made his hands feel rough.
Of course, An Wuyang didn’t have the courage to touch those muscles. The tactile experience could only be imagined in his mind.
He got out of bed, went to the bathroom, and then picked up a few books from the bookshelf. Quietly, he walked to the living room to read.
For An Wuyang, learning baking was both a hobby and an investment in a skill.
Since he knew he wasn’t cut out for academic pursuits, he was sure he couldn’t rely on a diploma to make a living in the future.
If he mastered baking, it would be different. He could have more ambitious aspirations, perhaps even open his own bakery.
Around four or five o’clock, Aunt Zhang arrived. Today, she had brewed nourishing old hen soup, intending to feed An Wuyang until he became plump.
Then she found it strange, saying while wiping her hands, “It’s this late, and Mr. Huo hasn’t woken up yet?”
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An Wuyang raised his head from the books, looked at the clock, and found that it was already five o’clock. He put down the book and said, “I’ll go wake him up.”
The thick curtains were drawn, making the room dim and cool.
While An Wuyang usually slept tightly covered, Mr. Huo was used to sleeping bare-chested, wearing only a pair of shorts.
An Wuyang turned on the table lamp and approached the sleeping Mr. Huo. Bending over, he called out, “Mr. Huo, it’s time to get up.”
At the same time, he found it strange. Despite the room being comfortably air-conditioned, Mr. Huo’s body was covered in sweat…
The man caught in a nightmare was dreaming of entanglements in bed, chasing after someone.
Then a soft voice entered Huo Yunchuan’s ears. In his mind, the face of that young and innocent person appeared, sometimes smiling and saying, “Mr. Huo?” and sometimes crying, “Dad…”
“Ah…” Huo Yunchuan woke up in a start, drenched in sweat.
What was even more horrifying was that the face he wanted to make cry in his dream appeared before him: “Mr. Huo, what happened to you?”
The smiling image from the dream overlapped with reality!
Huo Yunchuan was completely bewildered, struggling to distinguish between the dream and reality.
He raised his forearm to cover his forehead, and with his eyelashes pressing against his not-so-innocent intentions, he said in a deep voice, “Hmm, nothing’s wrong, just had a nightmare.”
An Wuyang showed surprise on his face, then smiled, “Mr. Huo has nightmares too?”
He found it quite unexpected, something he couldn’t have imagined.
“Is it surprising?” Huo Yunchuan felt emotionally confused and hadn’t fully shaken off the dream: “I sweated, going to take a shower.”
He spoke without really looking at An Wuyang.
“Alright…” An Wuyang sensitively noticed that Mr. Huo’s attitude had suddenly become a bit indifferent.
However, he didn’t dwell on it, understanding that Mr. Huo had just had a bad dream. Perhaps the dream was too terrifying, scaring Mr. Huo.
This unreliable thought made An Wuyang chuckle.
Huo Yunchuan entered the bathroom, immediately turned on the cold water, and showered from head to toe. Afterward, he absentmindedly removed his shorts and vigorously wiped his face.
“…,”
He recalled the dream he had just had and felt deeply distressed.
Because the content of the dream was unspeakable and unbearable.
Huo Yunchuan, over thirty years old, just realized that he was such a perverted and thirsty person.
Not only did he dream of ordinary intimacy, but also…
“Jiang Shaofei, you’ve killed me…” Huo Yunchuan muttered.
He spent half an hour in the bathroom, ensuring that he was now calm and had no inappropriate thoughts, before stepping out.
An Wuyang disliked the oily smell of the old hen soup, but Aunt Zhang served him a full bowl anyway.
While he was pondering, Huo Yunchuan walked over to him.
“Mr. Huo!” An Wuyang looked at Huo Yunchuan with hopeful eyes and said, “I feel like vomiting.”
Huo Yunchuan glanced at his obedient face and then at the soup in front of him, saying calmly, “Drink.”
An Wuyang was speechless, watching Mr. Huo, who usually showed concern, pass by without paying him any attention.
Great, it seemed like he had changed his mind, no longer caring about him.
Which meant he definitely had to drink the old hen soup.
An Wuyang pinched his nose and, reluctantly, sip by sip, fed himself the moderately warm soup.
He really wanted to induce a bit of vomiting, but it was troublesome. He always felt like vomiting when he didn’t want to, and when he did want to, it never happened.
“Finished, Wuyang?” Aunt Zhang praised, then looked at the male lead emerging from the bedroom, “Mr. Huo, have a bowl too. Today’s soup is not greasy. Look, Wuyang drank it quite well.”
No vomiting at all.
“…,” An Wuyang held his nose, slowly and quietly drinking the soup.
Later, he took a stroll on the balcony, admired the flowers and plants, watched the sunset, came back to take a shower, read a book, and went to bed.
“…” Huo Yunchuan, who had been working out alone, sat on the floor covered in sweat, looking a bit skeptical about life.
At eleven o’clock, he thought An Wuyang had fallen asleep. When he carefully returned to the bed, he found that the other person had shifted away from him as if avoiding him.
“What’s wrong with you?” Huo Yunchuan asked knowingly, his heart in knots.
An Wuyang stayed silent, hiding under the covers without saying a word, but there was a slight movement.
Huo Yunchuan listened carefully, and his face suddenly showed panic.
He propped himself up, reached into the covers to pull An Wuyang out, then felt a hand full of dampness: “…”
An Wuyang rolled his face into the pillow and quickly explained, “My eyes hurt, really hurt.”
His voice was like that, and he still wanted to deceive someone.
“…” Huo Yunchuan realized that An Wuyang had indeed cried. He was momentarily stunned, feeling as if he had been stabbed eighteen times—not only painful but also causing dizziness.
Everything spun around him.
An Wuyang, upon hearing his own voice, knew that he had exposed himself, feeling embarrassed to the extreme.
He lifted the covers from the side and slid off the bed, putting on slippers, intending to leave…
Huo Yunchuan extended his arm, pulled him back lazily, tightly enveloping him in his arms. “Where are you going?” He also turned on the bedside lamp, and when the light came on, he froze.
Little Angel’s eyes were red, and his expression was terrified. “No, no, nowhere…”
Seeing An Wuyang frightened like this, Huo Yunchuan knew he hadn’t controlled himself well. His fierce aura leaked out, more terrifying than his usual expressionless demeanor.
He quickly restrained the rare appearance of his fierce temperament, putting on the familiar stern look for the other party. “No need to be afraid. I didn’t mean to scare you…”
An Wuyang struggled, saying, “Then, then let me go. I really need to use the bathroom.”
But as soon as Huo Yunchuan saw his evasive eyes, he knew that he didn’t want to go to the bathroom right now; he just wanted to escape.
It seemed like he already knew something.
As the older one, Huo Yunchuan’s eyes were filled with conflict. Unconsciously, his fingers were rubbing the back of An Wuyang’s neck. In a hoarse voice, he asked, “Why did you cry just now?”
An Wuyang tightened his neck and shook his head. “My eyes hurt.”
He stubbornly refused to admit that he had cried; that would be too embarrassing.
Huo Yunchuan pressed against his forehead, making him look at him. “Is it because I ignored you? Hmm? Did you feel wronged? Why?”
An Wuyang’s small emotional disturbance had already passed, but now, hearing Huo Yunchuan bring it up again, that indescribable discomfort immediately enveloped him.
An Wuyang had just realized that he cared a lot about Mr. Huo’s attitude. He only hoped that Mr. Huo would be gentle and patient with him. If not, he would feel uncomfortable.
“Mr. Huo, please let go of me. Your actions are causing me trouble.” An Wuyang said coldly.
He couldn’t see the warm and tender gaze that Huo Yunchuan usually had.
Being looked at by An Wuyang with such eyes, Huo Yunchuan felt suffocated.
This was not the outcome he wanted.
“Do you really not want to figure out why I treat you like this?” Huo Yunchuan said, “Do you not want to know, or are you afraid to know?”
Facing An Wuyang, who genuinely knew nothing, he shook his face and said, “I’m not interested in knowing.”
He was very stubborn. Once he decided not to soften, not to cling, he would immediately put on an appearance of being ready to pack up and leave.
However, An Wuyang indeed thought so.
He decided that if he angered this fierce man, he would pack up and go home.
In his anger, he unexpectedly treated this statement like armor, ready to declare it like a banner.
“Are you starting to get impatient? If you’re tired of taking care of me, I’ll go back to my home. You don’t have to spend money, and you don’t need to waste your time accompanying me every day…”
He thought about it well, but when he said it, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable.
Huo Yunchuan pinched An Wuyang’s chin, shutting him up from his incessant chatter. He didn’t intend to let go, indulging himself for a full ten minutes…
An Wuyang’s world was turned upside down. He immediately forgot about crying and feeling uncomfortable.
He felt like he wasn’t himself anymore, as if the other person was going to take him away—breath, strength, everything…
The old man who had been suppressed tasted a bit of the bloody flavor and immediately became like an old house on fire, uncontrollable.
Huo Yunchuan exerted some strength, finally managing to lock the roaring beast in his heart back into the cage of reason.
At this moment, An Wuyang was completely bewildered.
After a series of bullying, he now looked pitiful, eyes swollen, nose red, and the area tortured by the onslaught was even worse.
He accused the man who had made him stutter with just a look, “How can you be like this, how can you be like this…”
Wasn’t this like bullying!
The man who had just unleashed the devil in his heart looked at him indifferently, “This is my true opinion about you.”
An Wuyang glared angrily.
After all, he had once fantasized about a simple relationship between the two.
“You think about it yourself.” Huo Yunchuan raised his hand, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb, looking like a heavy criminal awaiting sentencing. “Whether you want to continue registering our marriage or not.”
